A/N: Here it is. A chapter full of nothing but Claude's stalking goodness. This takes place during chapter 13.

Disclaimer: I only own Faye.

Trancy Manor

Claude smiled to himself as he did his daily chores around Trancy Manor. His master's incessant need to keep constant tabs on Earl Phantomhive's movements had worked in Claude's favor this time. The Earl and his butler would be away from Phantomhive Manor in order to attend Weston College. Countess Phantomhive would not be with them.

Faye Phantomhive, the dark-haired, luscious beauty who consumed most of Claude's thoughts would be completely without Sebastian's protection. It was agony to think of her being so far away, and him being unable to get close to her. Now was the perfect opportunity to bask in her presence. He wouldn't go during the day; he didn't want a direct confrontation with her yet. There was plenty of time for that later. For now he wanted to bask in all his unfamiliar feelings.

The agony of teasing himself this way was simply too delicious.

He glanced out the window to see the sun high in the sky and glared. Nightfall seemed half an eternity away. The only thing to occupy him in the meantime was Alois and his petty orders.

"Claude!" Alois called as though he could read the demon's thoughts. "Come here!" Claude obeyed, his thoughts stuck on what Phantomhive would look like while sleeping.

Claude entered Alois' room to find the young man sitting on the edge of his bed. "Polish my boots," Alois ordered, holding one foot out to display his dirty shoes. The boots had been impeccable that morning, meaning Alois specifically went outside and dirtied them just to have Claude come clean them.

Claude had never been thrilled with his master's childish antics and lately he found them harder and harder to bare. There were so many better things Claude could be spending his time doing. Plotting how to kidnap Faye, deciding where he would take her and what he would do with her—Thoughts like that could occupy his mind all day.

As he knelt down and began to clean off the boots, he marveled at the petty way humans spent their time. Didn't they ever find it all so fruitless? What was the point of their lives? Their existences were far better spent accomplishing some fleeting goal and then giving their souls to a demon. At least their lives served some purpose then.

That train of thought brought Faye back to Claude's mind, as most things did. How did she spend her time? He was sure she didn't waste it foolishly as Alois did. She was far too dignified and proud for that. Her brother as well. He had been serious when he told Sebastian he was jealous of the position Sebastian found himself in. To be surrounded by souls the caliber of the Phantomhives' would be a dream for any demon.

"Will there be anything else, your Highness?" Claude asked once his tasked was finished.

"Yes, there will be," Alois said, kicking off his shoes and leaning back on his bed. "I'm hungry. Go make me lunch and then bring it to me here. Feed it to me." Claude obeyed. He almost broke his resolve to wait until night to see Faye, but managed to control himself. He assured himself the wait would make the final sight of her that much sweeter.

Phantomhive Manor: First Night

Claude held his breathe as he flew up to Faye's window, afraid the sight of her would be a letdown after all that buildup. His annoying evening spent getting Alois to sleep fled from his mind, his whole being focused on the human almost in front of him.

He pushed open the window and landed gently on the floor at the foot of her bed. He exhaled his breathe. Perfection. His hands curled into fists as he resisted the urge to touch her. If he did, he might not stop. He'd wake her and take her away. Someplace where only he could find her. But then the game would end too soon. He needed more patience than that.

Curling one hand against her bed post, Claude leaned against it and watched Faye's sleeping figure. Her chest rose slowly as she breathed in and out. The wooden post under his hand began to crack under pressure and he immediately loosened his hold, stepping back and swallowing thickly. He licked his lower lip and drunk in the sight of her in the moonlight. Soon. Soon this would be every night. Only that thought gave Claude his patience.

His eyes widened in surprise as he heard Faye's heart rate speed up. She was waking up. How did she sense his presence? Marveling at her abilities, Claude leapt out the window, shutting the panes behind him. He found it disappointing to leave early, but the Earl and Sebastian would not return for several days. Claude would be back tomorrow night.

Phantomhive Manor: Second Night

Claude acted exactly the same the second night as he did the first night, spending his time doing nothing but watching Faye. It was exhilarating to see her up close, unguarded and vulnerable. Especially with her unaware of his presence.

What would she do if she knew he was there? Try to fight him again, certainly. How well would she fair in a battle against him if she fought her hardest? Not that Claude intended to fight her. That was far from what he wanted from her, though seeing her try to fight her way away from him might be entertaining. The wild look in her eyes as she used her spells. Her tangled hair falling out of its perfect styling from her exertion. The look of defeat when she realized she couldn't get away.

All too soon, Claude heard the hitch in her breath letting him know she was waking up. He fled out the window, closing the curtains behind him as she'd left them before going to bed. It was tempting to leave the curtains open so she'd know for sure he'd been there, watching her. The only thing that stopped him from doing so was the thought that she might not realize it was Claude. He didn't want her attributing his actions to anyone else.

Phantomhive Manor: Third Night

This time, Claude explored Faye's room, hoping she wouldn't wake if his attention wasn't so focused on her. He longed to see her in the elegant dresses filling her closet. The clothes truly fit a woman of Faye's stature. The knives in the cabinet next to her bed brought a smirk to his face. He pulled one out and tested the edge. Phantomhive truly was a human of mysteries. Mysteries he planned to spend a long, drawn-out time unwrapping. Perhaps she'd use these very knives when Claude finally confronted her.

Between each new find, Claude would spend minutes staring at Faye. He couldn't help himself. Being surrounded by her sent was almost enough to make him feel drunk. Unfortunately, Claude's plan only granted him a few more minutes before he was forced to leave. It was getting harder and harder to leave.

Phantomhive Manor: Fourth Night

Claude blinked in surprise at the sight of Faye's empty bed. He knew she was here; he could feel her presence. Walking into the hall, he followed her scent until he entered a different room. This room must belong to the Earl. Why would Faye sleep in here?

Claude titled his head as regarded Faye curiously. Was she hoping that the presence continually waking her wouldn't affect her in this room? He found the thought adorable. His poor little Faye, tired and confused.

Unbidden, his hand reached out and with the very lightest of touches, brushed across her hair. He looked down and the sight made him stumble backwards to the foot of the bed, his focus still on Faye's lips. They had parted in her sleep and were far too tempting. He could still see them perfectly from this far away. Soft and red. What would they feel like against his lips? Against his body?

His mouth parted and his eyelids drooped down. He had to know. He took a step forward, but a sudden movement from Faye had him careening out the window. He heard her knife as it embedded in the wall. She'd moved so fast. He'd barely had time to realize she was awake.

He looked down at his hand, surprised to see it shaking. He was so drunk on the thought of her that he could barely function. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would stay after she woke up. Then she would learn what had been disturbing her peaceful rest. And he would learn what it felt like to be kissed by those lips.

Trancy Manor: Fifth Night

She wasn't there. The force of Claude's rage cracked the walls as he walked down the hall. He was half morphed into his demon form, unable to summon enough control to stay looking like a human.

His little human had fled somewhere else that night. He'd been so enraged when he realized Faye's absence that he almost slaughtered all her servants. The first thought that entered his mind was how petty that action would be. It reminded him of something Alois would do, and he wouldn't sink to that level. Plus, if he was going to kill Faye's servants for Faye slighting him, he wanted her to know it, wanted her to witness it and understand what Claude was willing to do if she fought against him. Killing them tonight served no purpose.

Claude looked out the window up at the shining moon and took deep breathes to get ahold of himself. This was fine. He would just go back to his original plan. He could wait. He would wait. The nightly sight of her had stolen away all his control, but now he remembered his desire to keep the game going for as long as he could stand it. It wasn't as though Faye was out of his reach now, he just didn't know where she was tonight.

Finally, his form returned completely to his butler persona and he fastidiously fixed his gloves and coat. He would be calm and in control the next time he met Faye Phantomhive, not some ravenous beast.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed the creepiness that is Claude! And thanks to those who reviewed requesting that I write this chapter. Claude truly is fun to write. If anyone has an idea for another side chapter, or even something a little off the wall that won't happen in the main story, feel free to suggest it. I enjoyed writing an entire chapter from a different character's perspective. Though, if I write something that won't fit into the main story, I'll probably make it it's own story and do a series of them.